Ghost X Quiet Novels & Stories

“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

I want to lock his eyes with mine. “Serra, are you okay? You’ve been spacing out,” Xyrus gently shook my shoulder. I nodded shortly. I roamed my sight. I could still feel the presence of few ghost lurking in the house, sulking in the corner. I was hearing sobs. It was coming from the side of the cabinet. “Serra–”

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

A faint sound echoed from the end of the hall—a soft hum, too rhythmic to be wind, too controlled to be natural. Gina froze. I froze with her. “That’s one of her controlled guards,” she whispered. “Walk quietly. Don’t make any sudden movement.” I followed closely behind her, carefully placing each step. We stayed close to the wall, ears alert to every shift in sound. When we turned the corner, I saw him—a vampire standing perfectly straight with his back to us, staring blankly at the opposite wall. He didn’t breathe. He didn’t blink. The hum came from him, vibrating through the air like a warning.

I heard my name being called but that was the last thing I heard before Darkness took over *Our little happy Xacky is gone, one minute of silence for his soul*

His fingers danced over the screen, a pledge sealed in silence. Resting back against him, Cathleen closed her eyes. In the quiet, their hearts beat a syncopated rhythm—a fragile truce in the eye of the storm. Later that night, Xavier's fingers lingered over the cold screen of his phone, a shadow creeping across his features. The room was dim, lit only by the malignant glow of city lights that dared penetrate through the half-closed blinds. He dialed with trepidation, the numbers echoing in the silence like an accusation.

Harry let out a breath of relief, his expression easing as he muttered, “I knew it. There’s no way she’d leave. She would never go to the airport.” Chloe had been watching Harry closely. When she saw the tension leave his face, her lips curved into a faint smile. “Harry, is something wrong? Our bonding ceremony…” “It’s nothing. Just some idiots who don’t know their place. I’ll handle it soon.” He gave her a reassuring glance and said, “Don’t worry. Nothing will interfere with our ceremony.” The car soon pulled into the grandest banquet hall of the Fangtooth Pack. Guests had already begun to gather inside. Chloe’s parents—the Alpha and Luna of the Blackmoon Pack—were waiting at the entrance.

Wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves in a way that felt almost sinister. And underneath the sound of the wind, she could hear footsteps. Disjointed and uneven, those footsteps kept following behind her. She glanced around, and it was darkness everywhere. The shadows stretched long across the ground, as if something were lurking. Nissa felt a chill crawl up her spine. She quickened her pace. But just as she turned a corner, a gang of thugs closed in on her from behind. She froze, heart pounding, and stumbled backward a few steps. The leader, a man with dyed blond hair, rubbed his hands together with a greasy grin. "Hey, pretty girl. How about keeping us company tonight?"

While clinging to the last bit of my strength, I stood up, grabbed the divorce agreement from my handbag, and threw it at Jake’s face. “I’m divorcing you, Jake!” Then, right before Jake’s disbelieving gaze, I stumbled toward the door, but soon after I started walking, my vision turned black entirely, and I fell forward again. Right before I lost consciousness, I heard shouting. “Mrs. Green is bleeding!” “Call the ambulance!” “Luna!”

She was exactly where she was supposed to be. “Good morning, Mr. Harrison,” she said warmly, approaching his bed with her usual smile. “How are we feeling today?” The elderly man looked up, and Anne noticed something immediately. His eyes, which had been bright and clear just days before, seemed dimmer somehow. His skin had a grayish tint that hadn’t been there yesterday. His breathing sounded slightly labored, like he was working harder than usual to draw air into his lungs. Anne’s smile faltered slightly, but she kept her voice steady. “Mr. Harrison? How are you feeling?”